[fic: a song of ice and fire]
because it burns hotter and dies faster
asoiaf. robb x jeyne x theon. “well, c’mon,” Theon coaxed. “She’s ready. She’ll like it.” ~850 words | hard nc17
for the kink meme
Robb worried he’d break the arm of his chair, he gripped it so hard, knuckles as white as bleached bones. It could have only been a few minutes, since he’d sat down, but it felt like hours stretching into days. It was endless torture. His cock throbbed in his fisted free hand, but it didn’t release the tension. He didn’t want his hand.
Theon moved slowly against Jeyne, already buried to the hilt, and her whimpers of pleasure seemed to fill the room, make it heavy and think. Her blunt nails dug into the bunched skin at the small of his back, urging him deeper inside her.
Theon and Robb shared everything and Robb’s queen had seemed willing-and so Robb had thought why not? This was why not. He wanted and wanted and wanted. Both of them. All of them. Together and apart. With him. With each other. Every way he could dream up of. It certainly couldn’t be healthy.
Then Theon flipped them, so Jeyne lay on her back against his chest. Her face had a look of shock, and all noise ceased. Both he and his queen watched in strained, aching silence as Theon removed his cock from Jeyne, and then eased it into the small, puckered hole below. She grimaced and Robb had the brief thought-I’ve never taken her there-and Jeyne slender fingers bunched upon the coverlets. She spread her legs wider, helping Theon ease himself into her, until he had bottomed out. Theon flattened his palms against the jut of Jeyne’s hips and gently rocked inside her. A mangled moan tore up Jeyne throat, echoing in Robb’s chest.
“Well, c’mon,” Theon coaxed. “She’s ready. She’ll like it.”
Jeyne’s dark eyes tracked Robb as he stood, stripping off his furs and boiled leather. He climbed onto the tall bed, kneeling between them. Theon’s legs propped on either side of him as he guided Jeyne’s around his hips. She hissed out a pained breath when he eased his cock inside her tight heat and Robb stilled-he didn’t want to hurt her.
“Don’t stop,” his queen whispered hoarsely, and below her Theon laughed and gave a sharp pump of his hips. Robb slid into the hilt and Jeyne released a low, hoarse scream as her arms wound tightly around his neck, legs clamping over his hips.
He and Theon had always moved with a certain tandem, and they found a rhythm easily. Robb felt a shudder race up his spine where his cock brushed against Theon’s, and Jeyne’s nails lashed down his side, leaving thin, bloody lines.
Robb sough his wife’s mouth, impaling sharply into her and swallowing her gasp. He used one hand to level himself above the two of them, while the other tangled in Theon’s hair, nails biting down into his scalp. He broke away to let out a low growl as Theon’s fingers slid between him and Jeyne, playing at the exposed skin of his cock when it slid out of Jeyne’s slick cunt. His other hand came up and toyed with one of Jeyne’s pebbled nipples and Robb watched, fascinated by the sight of a hand not his own kneading his wife’s breast.
Jeyne’s hips began to rise and lower to meet the thrusts below and above her. She sought Robb’s mouth again, urging him faster. Abruptly, she arched upward into him, trapping Theon’s hand between them, and released such a shrill cry Robb worried one of his bannermen would storm in, thinking the queen and king were being attacked-and how would he explain this?
But then she collapsed bonelessly against Theon’s chest, her head lulling onto his shoulder. Her hair spread out like a dark waterfall down his side. Robb released his hold on Theon’s hair, stroking one appreciate hand down Jeyne’s middle until rested just above the thatch of dark hair at the junction of her thighs. He pushed her down, back into Theon, holding them both still as he pumped sharply into her. Theon’s fingers tightened over Robb’s cock, sliding down to toy with his balls as he released a rough, sandy groan.
Theon jutted forward, and a strangled scream escaped Jeyne. Inside her, Robb’s cock bumped up against Theon’s. It was more than enough for him. He lowered his forehead to Jeyne’s shoulder and bit the skin there roughly as he emptied himself inside her. Theon’s hand slid away so he could use both to grip Jeyne’s hips, hold her still to receive his harsh, unrelenting thrusts. Everyone muscle tightened for a long moment and opposite Robb’s own spot at Jeyne’s shoulder, he saw Theon’s teeth sink down into her neck as he spent himself inside his king’s wife.
They lay still for a moment, but Robb worried that his weight was crushing Jeyne and he rolled sideways. Jeyne went with him, and Theon slid from her ass with a wet pop. She shuddered and clung to Robb’s chest.
Theon leveled himself on his elbow, eyeing the spent king and queen. “Well,” he said, and a lavish grin curled up his mouth. “That was worth a repeat, I’d say.”
asoiaf. robb x jeyne x theon. “well, c’mon,” Theon coaxed. “She’s ready. She’ll like it.” ~850 words | hard nc17
for the kink meme
Robb worried he’d break the arm of his chair, he gripped it so hard, knuckles as white as bleached bones. It could have only been a few minutes, since he’d sat down, but it felt like hours stretching into days. It was endless torture. His cock throbbed in his fisted free hand, but it didn’t release the tension. He didn’t want his hand.
Theon moved slowly against Jeyne, already buried to the hilt, and her whimpers of pleasure seemed to fill the room, make it heavy and think. Her blunt nails dug into the bunched skin at the small of his back, urging him deeper inside her.
Theon and Robb shared everything and Robb’s queen had seemed willing-and so Robb had thought why not? This was why not. He wanted and wanted and wanted. Both of them. All of them. Together and apart. With him. With each other. Every way he could dream up of. It certainly couldn’t be healthy.
Then Theon flipped them, so Jeyne lay on her back against his chest. Her face had a look of shock, and all noise ceased. Both he and his queen watched in strained, aching silence as Theon removed his cock from Jeyne, and then eased it into the small, puckered hole below. She grimaced and Robb had the brief thought-I’ve never taken her there-and Jeyne slender fingers bunched upon the coverlets. She spread her legs wider, helping Theon ease himself into her, until he had bottomed out. Theon flattened his palms against the jut of Jeyne’s hips and gently rocked inside her. A mangled moan tore up Jeyne throat, echoing in Robb’s chest.
“Well, c’mon,” Theon coaxed. “She’s ready. She’ll like it.”
Jeyne’s dark eyes tracked Robb as he stood, stripping off his furs and boiled leather. He climbed onto the tall bed, kneeling between them. Theon’s legs propped on either side of him as he guided Jeyne’s around his hips. She hissed out a pained breath when he eased his cock inside her tight heat and Robb stilled-he didn’t want to hurt her.
“Don’t stop,” his queen whispered hoarsely, and below her Theon laughed and gave a sharp pump of his hips. Robb slid into the hilt and Jeyne released a low, hoarse scream as her arms wound tightly around his neck, legs clamping over his hips.
He and Theon had always moved with a certain tandem, and they found a rhythm easily. Robb felt a shudder race up his spine where his cock brushed against Theon’s, and Jeyne’s nails lashed down his side, leaving thin, bloody lines.
Robb sough his wife’s mouth, impaling sharply into her and swallowing her gasp. He used one hand to level himself above the two of them, while the other tangled in Theon’s hair, nails biting down into his scalp. He broke away to let out a low growl as Theon’s fingers slid between him and Jeyne, playing at the exposed skin of his cock when it slid out of Jeyne’s slick cunt. His other hand came up and toyed with one of Jeyne’s pebbled nipples and Robb watched, fascinated by the sight of a hand not his own kneading his wife’s breast.
Jeyne’s hips began to rise and lower to meet the thrusts below and above her. She sought Robb’s mouth again, urging him faster. Abruptly, she arched upward into him, trapping Theon’s hand between them, and released such a shrill cry Robb worried one of his bannermen would storm in, thinking the queen and king were being attacked-and how would he explain this?
But then she collapsed bonelessly against Theon’s chest, her head lulling onto his shoulder. Her hair spread out like a dark waterfall down his side. Robb released his hold on Theon’s hair, stroking one appreciate hand down Jeyne’s middle until rested just above the thatch of dark hair at the junction of her thighs. He pushed her down, back into Theon, holding them both still as he pumped sharply into her. Theon’s fingers tightened over Robb’s cock, sliding down to toy with his balls as he released a rough, sandy groan.
Theon jutted forward, and a strangled scream escaped Jeyne. Inside her, Robb’s cock bumped up against Theon’s. It was more than enough for him. He lowered his forehead to Jeyne’s shoulder and bit the skin there roughly as he emptied himself inside her. Theon’s hand slid away so he could use both to grip Jeyne’s hips, hold her still to receive his harsh, unrelenting thrusts. Everyone muscle tightened for a long moment and opposite Robb’s own spot at Jeyne’s shoulder, he saw Theon’s teeth sink down into her neck as he spent himself inside his king’s wife.
They lay still for a moment, but Robb worried that his weight was crushing Jeyne and he rolled sideways. Jeyne went with him, and Theon slid from her ass with a wet pop. She shuddered and clung to Robb’s chest.
Theon leveled himself on his elbow, eyeing the spent king and queen. “Well,” he said, and a lavish grin curled up his mouth. “That was worth a repeat, I’d say.”